Scintillae

Malleteagan’s POV

With our gazes cast down, we were butchering through in skirmish with Veltalas, chopping their skulls off with chthonic axes and advancing through the vast space of the main Morsburg dungeon. Without the ability to see and use eyesight as a lead in the fight, we had to rely on our other senses entirely. I have lost a few more omegas, and Thersar lost a few lesser faes. Nexelex lost a few warriors, too, while Kandreah lost none. When we finally managed to break through and get to the dungeon's exit, we ended up in an enormous space in front of Morsburg's central dungeon. We were breaking through the town of Morsburg now.

I finally lifted my gaze. Darkness and chaos that heavily saturated the interior of Morsburg dungeons were grazed and broken by purple and neon crimson lightning hues wrapped in the all-present purple fog of Wengarthria. The broad front entrance of the Morsburg encampment was closed off with smaller dungeon-like derelict towers on the left and right.